Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 4 ~ Trusting You

John slumped back into the chair, his eyes blank with disbelieve and shock. He rubbed over his face with both palms of his hand and shook his head in disbelieve.

Bobby busied himself at the stove. Making scrambled eggs and bacon on the hot plates and waffles with the waffle-maker on the counter. Dean had gotten out of his shocked state shortly after he had answered Bobby's question about what he thought Sam would prefer for breakfast. He then stood wordlessly beside Bobby and cut the strawberries into small pieces.

Finally John Winchester managed to get up from his chair again. Without looking at the other two of his companions, he went into the living room. Grabbed the keys of the Impala and his jacket and left without a word.

„Dad's pissed.", Dean muttered and stole a glance at the older man beside him, who poked around in the pan with the scrambled eggs.

„He's not.", Bobby gave back and put the pan with the eggs from the hot plate. „He just can't understand it right now. - Give him some time." The old man cleared his throat. „He has to wrap his mind around it. You know your dad. He's going to be okay with it."

Dean huffed. „Dad thought I'll meet a nice werewolf-girl, gonna marry her and we'll have a whole lot of puppies in our front garden, Bobby." Dean said sarcastically. „Besides … he's a nutcase. - Why him?"

Bobby chuckled and patted Dean's back. „I don't have all the answers, kid. - Sometimes it's just plain destiny."

Dean put the warm waffles on a plate and the chopped strawberries beside them. Then he stole a few stripes of bacon and stuffed them into his mouth, barely chewing them. He turned around with the plate in one hand and a glass with orange juice in his other and stood there, eying the door to his bedroom warily.

„Go. - Before it's cold." Bobby patted the younger wolf's shoulder.

Dean frowned and nodded, making his way out of the kitchen, thru the living room and into the bedroom. He entered silently and eyed the sleeping man on the bed while he walked over to him. Sam looked nearly peaceful like this. Though there were creases of distress on his forehead.

Dean placed the plate on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed beside Sam, still watching him.

He didn't know how long he sat there, before the human showed first signs of awakening. His eyebrows furrowed and his left arm moved towards his stomach before it made its way up to his face. Sam squeezed his eyes shut and took a deeper inhale. - At least as deep as possible without hurting too much.

He felt the comfortable softness and warmth of the bedding and the pillow. And with his awareness the pain came back. Besides his headache there was his whole torso that hurt like a bitch. His thigh and simply everything below and above it. And then there was the unmistakable presence of someone else by his side.

Sam blinked his eyes open, staring on the ceiling above him with unfocused hazel-green circles. Then – when the world started to make sense again, the uneasiness from last night crept back into his mind. The both men and the room. - The Room.

His frown deepened and he slammed his eyes shut once more, like he tried to clear his vision further. Sam opened them again, but nothing had changed. The smell in the room was different. It looked different. So he glanced to his right where the light came from. It was day. The room looked way smaller as the one he remembered.

That was when he realized that he was just in boxers. And again the unmistakable presence of someone else drove a chill over his skin and he went rigid. Stealing a glance at his left side he saw someone sitting on the bed beside him. From what he had seen it had to be one of the both men from last night.

But what actually let his thoughts race was the fact that he was close to naked and in a bed – and with someone else.

„Hey, Sam.", Dean said softly, wearing a calm smile and warmth in his eyes.

Sam just laid there, not knowing what to do with all of this, since he didn't remember how he got there. - Did they drugged him?

„I braught you breakfast.", the man continued and reached at the nightstand for the plate. „Got waffles and orange juice."

Sam didn't look at him. Didn't dare to. He wasn't allowed to memorize the men's and women's faces. He wasn't allowed to talk, or to ask anything. Besides: What sense would it make? - They wouldn't tell him anything if he'd ask. Maybe the man and the woman had sold him to them and now he was his. Maybe that was why the man beside him acted so nice. - To see what Sam's weak spots were and then – when they knew – they'd start thru with him.

Taking the last bit of integrity he had. Taking of little self conciousness he was able to gather.

Dean frowned concerned. He sensed that the man's brain was working hard on figuring out in wich situation he was right now. At least he was able to imagine that he was.

„You're not in the club anymore, Sam.", Dean said silently. „You're with me, dad and Bobby in a cabin."

But Sam just looked down on himself, a lost expression settling on his face.

„You know you can look at me. - I'd like that, you know?", Dean asked. „I like to look in your eyes when I'm talking to you."

Sam stole a wary glance at the man's face. - He was still smiling. Though it looked more like a test and he wouldn't be stupid enough to fall for it. Not this time.

Dean sighed deeply. „I want you to eat something. - But before you can eat, you've to sit up. So … You think you can do that for me?" Still smiling, though with a touch of concern on his face.

This was WEIRD.

„Yes Sir." Sam propped himself up on his elbows with a silent whimper. His breaths coming in fast short puffs to cope with the pain.

Dean nodded to himself. He watched the younger man struggle not sure if he should help or not. If it was okay to help him. Finally he decided that there was no way Sam would be able to eat that way, nor get up all by himself in this state. So he put the plate back on the nightstand. - With a little bit more force as would've been needed and Sam flinched. Popped back on the mattress with a pained whine and covered his face and head with his hands and arms. Trying to avoid being hit there.

Dean frowned deeper, watching the man slowly curling up into a fetal position and turning to his side. It was a heart-shattering pain that flared up in the wolf's chest. He was afraid. Sam was afraid he'd be punched. Maybe because he wasn't getting up fast enough. Maybe just because he was Sam.

„Sam, it's okay. - It's okay." Dean laid his hand gently on Sam's shoulder. „C'mon, kiddo. I'm not gonna hurt you. - I'll help you, okay?"

The form below his hand started to tremble.

„I'm going to help you sitting up, Sam. - Yeah?" Dean blew out a long shuddering breath. That didn't work like he had imagined. Maybe it'd be way harder to gain the man's trust. „I'll be careful – I promise."

But there was no response AGAIN.

Dean gathered a slightly frustrated inhale and rose slowly. Sam had to eat, had to drink – because he wanted to. Sure, he could've ordered him to do it. But that wasn't how Dean figured it was wise to do. - For neither of them. Sam was free now, so he should feel that way too.

Dean let go of his shoulder and reached for the plate. He bowed over Sam and placed it on the free half of the bed. Then he eyed him again – closely. The younger man's heart was racing, an unmistakable scent of fear crawled up his nostrils.

„I'll just leave it to you.", he whispered and rose from the bed.

Dean went to the chair on the other side of the room and picket up the worn out tee-shirt there. Then he left without a further word, shutting the door behind him as he walked back towards the kitchen.

Sam waited. He waited and then he heard the door slid into the lock. He lurked thru his fingers at the plate.

It smelled sweet and delicious. And though, Sam knew it could just be a trick. He'd be punished no matter if he'd eat it or not. He knew them – knew this kind of people. No matter how he'd do it, it would be wrong.

An hour later, Dean paced back and forth in front of his bedroom door, wishing he hadn't closed it. Wishing he could snatch looks inside, seeing if Sam was eating, was drinking. At least if he was okay. Though he knew the best he could do was to give Sam privacy at the moment. - Just leaving him alone.

He looked at his watch again, brushing with his other hand over his mouth. He just couldn't. The waffles would be cold by now – and the man had to – at least – drink something. He HAD TO check on him – just because it was a logical thing and not his feelings drawing him into the room.

Dean got to an hold before the door and opened it slowly. Lurking inside towards the bed where he had placed the plate. It was full. Then his gaze flew over to the nightstand. The glass with juice was empty and a small smile tugged on the wolf-man's lips.

Small steps … he reminded himself … it'd be more of a marathon than a sprint.

He strode towards the bed, the loosen floorboards creaked under his heavy boots. Dean saw the man under the covers tense, so he didn't make any attempt to come any closer to him. He aimed at the nightstand with the empty glass, wich he picked up and left the room again, just to come back minutes later with another glass – a bigger one.

As much as his instincts told him to stay there, to sit down on the bed. Crawl onto it. Gathering the human in his arms and holding him tight, showing him that he had no bad purposes. But he couldn't. He knew that. It wasn't the right time yet. Sam was too afraid to understand. Too hurt – physically and mentally.

And who knew if Sam – as a human – was supposed to see Dean as Dean saw Sam? Dean had found his mate. - Usually it should've been a werewolf. Or at least a turned one. - But fait had decided different for him. There were just a few lore about human mates among the wolves in general and Bobby said he'd dig some of them out. See what they would find out about how it worked out in the past.

And even if Dean tried to shove his instincts aside, to suppress his feelings for the human – he simply wasn't able to. And he would never be. - Just because their souls were related to each other. Just because they belonged to each other …

Sure there were rare cases where these souls met each other, but one of them wasn't able – in some kind of way – to return the feelings. Either because there was a too giant difference in age or because the other soul was born again as a butterfly (that's not something that actually happened, but though – Dean Winchester didn't find another way to explain stuff like this to himself).

Dean knew – maybe he'd be hurting, maybe the human wouldn't be able to respond to his feelings. And even if it'd be that way: Being a mate didn't just mean sex. It also meant to be there for each other. Deep infinite love for each other no matter what happened. - No matter in what direction in may went.

So yeah, Dean Winchester would never let his mate down. Even if he'd stay the way he was right now. Even if Sam would never be like he had imagined his mate (besides that he thought it'd be female). Even if they'd just be friends … or whatever … he wouldn't let him down.

Wouldn't let his soul-mate down. And probably even if he wanted to try, he wouldn't be able to do so.

Dean placed the glass with orange juice on the nightstand and moved towards his closet. He busied himself for a while in the room. Trying to decoy the human – making him used to having someone around who didn't hurt him.

After a while of sorting his clothes out, he heard the front door from the cabin open, a couple of heavy footfalls and then a thump and the door slammed close again. Dean looked over at the bed, seeing that Sam hadn't moved yet. The glass remained still with the same amount of juice …

The unmistakable scent of his father crawled up his nose, and he threw the shirts over the end of the bed. With a sigh he looked once more at the human and then at the door.

Now or never …

With a sigh, Dean headed out of the room, surprised to see his father not drunken at all. Dean had figured his dad had taken off towards a bar to gulp down a couple of drinks. Instead the older Winchester threw three shopping-bags on the couch and slumped down beside them, wiping sweat from his forehead.

„You wouldn't believe how many people are in this damn freaking shopping mall. - It's like they've all off of work today and can't get enough of shopping. - And these kids. I tell ya'. - So many children. - so many LOUD children … and all in one place.", John whined. „I hate children." He pulled in a deep breath. „And these old people at the cash desks. - Boy. - Shouldn't they stay at home and plan their funerals?"

Dean had stopped in his tracks and listened to his father curiously. „You were …. shopping?", he asked in disbelieve. „In the mall?"

„What do you think where i were, damn it? - The kid needs something to get dressed." John shook his head with a huff. „And shoes. - Have you seen his gigantic feet? You've any idea how hard it is to get shoes for these? - And his legs, man. - they are way too long. Would even be too long for one of our kind. I'm not sure if the clothes I got for him will fit – at least the sweat pants. They look rather short ..."

Dean still eyed his father. Opening his mouth to say something but then did otherwise and closed it again. „John Winchester was shopping?", he asked again.

„Quit it, Dean." John rolled his head and rested it at the backrest then. „It's been one hell of a morning."

„Thanks, dad." Dean smiled and walked towards the couch, slumping down beside him and nudging him into the side.

„You're welcome, son." John grinned, staring at the ceiling. „How's he doing?"

„Didn't eat anything yet. But drunk the juice." He followed his father's example and tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling. „You're okay with it?"

„Can't change anything at that point." John leaned forward and stared at the table. „Where's Bobby?"

Dean glanced at his watch. „Picking up Ellen. - Should be back in about half an hour."

John nodded. „Jody phoned me. - She's coming by tonight."

Dean closed his eyes for a brief moment. „I'll call Bobby. - Maybe he can pick up bananas and milk. - Might as well getting something else but juice into him."

After Dean had phoned Bobby and given him a list with things the human might need (since the three of them were living of all meat and real heavy food Sam wouldn't be able to digest. - At least not in his current state), he headed back into his bedroom, glancing at the glass.

It was empty.

For a moment he thought. Then he continued his way towards the bed in a slow pace, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Sam seemed to be asleep. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow and his heartbeat slow but steady.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

Sam whimpered silently, his sleep became more and more restless within seconds. He moved below the covers, his muscles stiff. - And Dean didn't know what to do, how to help. Sure he was already thirty years old … but he never had to do with someone traumatized like Sam. Had never really experience with having to soothe someone in this state.

„Sam.", he whispered, laying his hand on his shoulder. „It's okay … - You're safe ..." He didn't even sound comforting to himself at that point. „You need to wake up."

And mother of all that's holy, Dean really tried it that way. His words became more and more reassuring – and though it didn't work. Sam didn't respond. So the wolf sniffed and counted mentally to three before he rose, lifting the covers and slipped under them. He drew them back up above the curled up male and himself, until just their heads lurked out on the top. Then he scooped with his lower arm under Sam's head and wrapped the other one about his middle, trying not to put too many pressure on his abused ribs.

„It's okay, Sammy.", Dean whispered into the man's ear. „I'm not gonna hurt you. - No one's gonna hurt you. - You're safe. I'll protect you from now on. I promise … no matter what."

Sam's heart rate increased, arms pressed against his body. „Please don't … please – I don't want to .. I can't ..." Just the first few words were understandable. The rest was just a mixed up murmur.

Dean continued to whisper silent promises into the man's ear, mumbling soothing things and some time later Sam started to relax. Wherever because of Dean's words or because of exhaustion …

…... to be continued

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